(Okay, we're gonna start with a... Uh...

Start with an F. Just ride in on the F.

Maybe that's a good way to start.

Or maybe the D. Whaddya think, Ben?

- Uh, the F sounds good...

- Just like a...)


The last time I saw Elvis

He was shooting at a colour TV

The phones were ringing in the pink motel

And the rest is history

He was the King


The last time I saw Elvis

He was singing a gospel song

You could tell he had the feeling

And the whole world sang along

He was the King


The last time I saw Elvis

He was up on the silver screen

Pushing a plough in a black and white movie

And everybody started to scream

Yes, he was the King


The last time I saw Elvis

It was some kind of Vegas dream

Spotlights flashed on a silver cape

And a blue-haired lady screamed

He was the King


The last time I saw Elvis

He was fronting a three-piece band

Rocking on the back of a flatbed truck

With an old guitar in his hand

He was the King


The last time I saw Elvis


The last time I saw Elvis

He was riding in a pink Cadillac

Wind was blowing through his hair

And he never did look back

He was the King


Thank you very much


The last time I saw Elvis

He was singing that gospel song

You could tell that he had the feeling

And the whole world sang along

He was the King


He was the King

He was the King


(- Elvis has left the arena

- But he was rocking while he was getting out.

- Oh, man, you blew me right outta my seat when you said, 

"Thank you very much." I almost stopped playing!

- "Thank you very much." etc.)